The long sword was extremely penetrating, the blade had a faint blue streamer looming, and the shimmering lines of light were like scales.
The icy momentum is powerful and majestic.
It seemed like a cold current spread from Long Yunzhan's feet.
The mercenary group on the other side of the killing god group was shocked by this momentum, their eyes were fixed on the long sword in his hand, and their legs were already trembling uncontrollably.
"You all deserve to die."
The cold words overflowed from Long Yunzhan's thin lips.
His long sword fluttered around, rolling up waves of swords, profound energy and cold currents were constantly intertwined, and he slashed straight down.
Under this strong momentum, the whole tomb was shaken.
The gravel fell one by one.
The successive shocks had overwhelmed the tomb.
The sound of gravel falling to the ground and the sound of the ground cracking overlapped together, obviously the rhythm of another collapse.
"Head of the Tianxia regiment, this matter is probably a misunderstanding. We have something to say... something to say..." When Nangong Feiran met those blue eyes, he felt a chill down his spine.
His throat was suffocated, and Nangong Feiran felt fear in his heart for this young man who looked no more than twenty but had such an aura like a rainbow.
Long Yunzhan really wanted to kill them.
There was no other emotion in Long Yunzhan's eyes.
Only a strong killing intent.
Long Yunzhan didn't pay any attention to Nangong Feiran's words.
The sword energy is majestic, and the sword waves that cut straight down have drawn countless cracks on the rock wall.
Nangong Feiran embraced Nangong Lin with one hand and supported Ye Fengru with the other, fleeing in embarrassment to avoid Long Yunzhan's attack.
More than a dozen mercenaries from the Killing God Group turned blue, and their hearts were extremely horrified.
This powerful aura is definitely not something that ordinary profound practitioners in the Xuanxuan Realm can unleash!
This Long Yunzhan's Xuan rank is at least above the sixth grade of Earth Xuan! Even higher!
Otherwise, it is impossible for their group of high-ranking profound practitioners in the Earth Profound Realm to be intimidated to such an extent.
"Ru! Why do you insist on snatching the Minghuang ring!" Zi Qianqian was also frightened by this cold current like being in an ice cellar, her pretty face was full of displeasure.
From the very beginning, it was Ye Fengru who said he wanted to snatch the Minghuang Ring.
The 30-odd elite mercenaries with the Killing God Group pretended to take over the peripheral tasks of the Mausoleum King's Tomb, and actually snatched the Minghuang Ring from Ye Qingluo's hand.
Even though, this ring is used by Lord Regal.
But after all, this artifact has already signed a blood contract with Ye Qingluo, and no one can take off the Minghuang Ring except Ye Qingluo.
And in this dangerous situation, they had to rely on Ye Qingluo to have a chance to leave the tomb of King Ling, why... Ye Fengru wanted to do it at this time.
Isn't this abruptly distracting the two mercenary groups who had finally prepared to cooperate
It's not just Zi Qianqian who can't understand Ye Fengru's thoughts.
Even Nangong Feiran, who had been with him for several years, couldn't see what Ye Fengru was thinking at this moment.
"I snatched the ring by myself, and I was the one who threatened Seventh Sister... He wanted to kill and cut him, and he came for me alone!" Ye Fengru panted heavily, and stared at her with gloomy eyes for a moment. Looking at Long Yunzhan who is full of fear.
He patted Nangong Feiran on the shoulder, motioning to let him go.
"Fengru!" Nangong Feiran frowned slightly, and stopped Ye Fengru's words.
Immediately, he considered the words: "There are many corpses and insects in the tomb of the King of the Mausoleum. If we fight here, we will only lose both sides. In the end, the corpses will devour us. We will talk about anything after we leave the tomb of the King of the Mausoleum."
Long Yunzhan's scaled long sword hummed continuously, trembling gently in his palm.
His azure eyes were filled with strands of blue light, which contrasted with the faint blue streamer of the long sword, making the coldness and indifference in his eyes even more apparent.
The words of the killing god group were turned on deaf ears.
Raising the sword, the sword energy is sharp and straight, without any pause...